His Last Day

One day.
One day left.
That was all.
He had thought there would be more.
But the letter made it far too obvious.
The letter in the neat, white envelope.
On the neat, white paper- not even folded.
One day.
Then they would come for him.
And there was nothing he could do.
Just had this time left.
And that was all.
One day.
Twenty-four hours.
And minutes that were steadily ticking down.
Down.
Ticking.
Down.
Like a bomb.
Just waiting to explode.
But life was a bomb, wasn't it?
Or at least today was.
One day.
His last.
That was all.